Miss Havisham

Ahah! The plan of breaking that boy's heart is in stronger effect than ever! He stopped in the other day only to see the improved radiant beauty of Estella and was completely dumbfounded in looking at her. Everything before that he said about Estella, like her being proud and insulting, vanished and it seemed that whatever Estella had said in the past mattered not. Estella even led him on, playing with her hair, becoming attractive as possible. They walked in the courtyard, he envying her even more. When Pip reentered the room, I tried to enstill into his mind to always love Estella, only to be set up for failure! His heart will be broken, just like mine was, by the beautiful and cold Estella, who I bred for this specific task!

"The lady whom I had never seen before, lifted up her eyes and looked archly at me, and then I saw that the eyes were Estella's eyes. But she was so much changed, was so much more beautiful, so much more womanly, in all things winning admiration had made such wonderful advance, that I seemed to have made none. I fancied, as I looked at her, that I slipped hopelessly back into the coarse and common boy again. O the sense of distance and disparity that came upon me, and the inaccessibility that came about her!" (249)

" 'What? You are not going to say into the old Estella?' Miss Havisham interrupted. 'She was proud and insulting, and you wanted to go away from her. Don't you remember?'
I said confusedly that that was long ago, and that I knew no better then, and the like. Estella smiled with perfect composure, and said she had no doubt of my having been quite right, and of her having been very disagreeable." (249)

" 'You must know,' said Estella, condescending to me as a brilliant and beautiful woman might, 'that I have no heart- if that has anything to do with my memory.'
I got through some jargon to the effect that I took the liberty of doubting that. That I knew better. That there could be no such beauty without it.
'Oh! I have a heart to be stabbed in or shot in, I have no doubt,' said Estella, 'and, of course, if it ceased to beat I should cease to be. But you know what I mean. I have no softness there, no-sympathy-sentiment-nonsense.' " (251-252)